We Have Two Options, Medically And Emotionally:

Nineteen Hundred Meters Up There Is Completely Different From1,900 Any Place Else. There's No Air, There's No Oxygen. There's No Vegetation, There's No Life. There's No Life. Rocks. Any Other Climb There's Vegetation, Grass And Trees. Not There On The Ventoux. It's More Like The Moon Than A Mountain.

One Of The Redeeming Things About Being An Athlete Is Redefining What Is Humanly Possible.

I've Read That I Flew Up The Hills And Mountains Of France. But You Don't Fly Up A Hill. You Struggle Slowly And Painfully Up A Hill, And Maybe, If You Work Very Hard, You Get To The Top Ahead Of Everybody Else.

I'm Cycling To Take Cancer Message Worldwide.

Everything In My Life Is In Perspective. Ok, Perspective Ebbs And Flows. I've Had Bad Days, But They Weren't In The Last Years. A Bad Day Is 2 October 1996: 'we've Got Bad News For You, You've Got Advanced Testicular Cancer And You've Got A Coin's Toss Chance Of Survival.' That's A Bad Day.